who am i to give it ? i’m pathetic, i’m half-
finished; i’ve not discovered a poem useful;
just like He, i do agree, i’ve not yet
made a thing that’s lasting

so when brother comes to me, little seeker,
i’m all surprise, i’m all a bit tender,
and taken aback and unprepared and
wholly ego, only trembling

i know that i know that i know nothing
or something very close to that.
but still, i give what’s only borrowed
my next best guess, my shot at it.